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  I hit her with my gmail addy and tell her to hit me up with some hot flicks so I can see what she’s looking like. She says some more slick shit in Spanish, then tells me she’ll send a few pics so I can see how wet I get her.

  “Yeah, aiight. Cool, cool…do that.” I end the call just as Nina makes her way over to me, grinning.

  “Great night.” She takes a seat beside my desk, crossing her slender legs. I glance at her toned calves, then into her brown eyes. “Sounds like you have another admirer on your hands. But this one sounds like she’s really trying to have you.”

  I shake my head, laughing. “Nah, nah. She’s tryna borrow me. Remember?”

  She playfully rolls her eyes. “Yeah, that’s right. For the night.”

  “Well, if her body’s on point and her face doesn’t look like it needs a wrecking ball to it, I just might let her. Borrow me…for the night.”

  She gives me a yeah-right look. “Umm, last time I checked, you were still a married man? And that still looks like a wedding band on your finger.”

  “Correction,” I say, stretching my long legs out. “I’m still a happily married man.” She glances at the bulge in my pants, then shifts in her seat. I grin. “What, would you rather I jump ya bones instead?”

  She rises from her seat. “No. What I’d rather you do is go home.”

  I laugh. “Yeah, aiight. That’s what ya mouth says. Why ya drawz wet?”

  “My drawers are not wet,” she says. Although her tone is indignant, her eyes flicker something different.

  “Yeah, aiight, with ya lyin’-ass. Then why I smell them hot juices, huh?”

  She playfully swats at me. “Ohmygod! You’re so nasty.”

  I grin, flashing her my dimples. “You have no idea, babe.” She shakes her head, walking out. Maybe her panties aren’t wet, but I bet her pussy is sucking them shits in, wishing it were a dick between her legs.

  SEVENTEEN

  Marika

  One-thirty a.m.

  I am sitting propped up in bed, the sixty-inch, wall-mounted plasma playing low, with my iPad in my lap reading through this Prison Snatch manuscript when Marcel walks into the bedroom.

  I can’t lie. So far this manuscript is a good, entertaining, and a very hot, nasty read. A few times I’ve had to squeeze my legs to shut off the pulsing in my clit. Or found myself absentmindedly rubbing my erect nipples, slowly winding my hips and grinding my bare ass down into the sheets and mattress as I read about Heaven’s sexapades while she’s incarcerated. From fucking CO’s—male and female—to fucking other female inmates, all I can say is, this is one freaky bitch.

  And I love it.

  “Hey, babe,” Marcel says, sauntering toward me.

  I smile, taking him in as he makes his way over to me. My gaze locks on the long, thick bulge dangling in his sweats. “Hey, beautiful man.”

  “How you?” He leans forward and kisses me on the lips. His hand caresses the side of my face. Little does he know, listening to him on the radio tonight and reading this manuscript for the last hour has my pussy on fire, and I’m ready for these flames to be stoked, hard and deep.

  “Horny,” I say, reaching for his dick. My pussy clenches.

  He grins. “Aaah, that’s what I’m talkin’ about, baby.” He plants another kiss on my lips. “I got something for that.”

  “Ooh, I hope so.”

  He reaches for one of my nipples. Plays with it over the fabric of my silk teddy until it pebbles, then lightly pinches it, causing a low moan to escape from me. He leans in and kisses me again.

  “I can’t wait to slide my tongue in some pussy,” I tell him in almost a whisper. “Some sweet, tangy, wet pussy.”

  “Mmm. I want some pussy, too, baby. So let’s make it happen.”

  He removes his shirt. I eye his chiseled chest and arms, allowing my gaze to drift along the ripples of his stomach to the light trail of hair that dips down into the waistband of his sweatpants. Marcel unties the drawstring, then drops his sweats to the floor and steps out of them. His dick hangs low. The head is peeking out from under his boxers.

  I swallow as he drops his underwear. His long dick causes my mouth to water. “I enjoyed the show tonight,” I say, licking my lips. “Some of your callers crack me up.”

  He chuckles. “Yeah, they’re a piece of work. You see Miss Anonymous called again?”

  “Mmhmm. I heard her talking all dirty in Spanish.”

  He grins. “That shit sounded sexy, right?”

  A smile flits across my face. “It did.” I reach over for my wineglass, then take a sip before setting it back onto the coaster on the nightstand. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a sexy Latina in our bed.”

  “No doubt,” Marcel says. I stare at his muscled ass as he walks into our bathroom. “We definitely need to make that happen, soon.” He leans up on the doorframe, holding his toothbrush in his hand. “Anyway, I spoke to that Miss Anonymous chick after the show and told her to send me some flicks. I almost told her, ‘So my wife can see what that pussy looks like.”

  I laugh. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with looking. It’s not like we’re going to be inviting her into our bed.”

  “True, true.” He goes back into the bathroom and runs the water in the sink. I hear him brushing his teeth so I decide to go back to my place in the manuscript and start reading some more before he climbs in bed, or should I say before he climbs on me.

  My skin heats as the character describes being down on her knees under a desk in the control center of her unit alternately sucking the dicks of two correction officers—one Hispanic, the other black—who sit back in their chairs sharing in the pleasure of her warm, wet mouth while the rest of the inmates in her unit remain locked in their cells.

  “Ooh, Marcel, baby,” I call out to him. He pokes his head out of the door. “Listen to this: ‘My cunt was so hot and horny and needy as I sucked on COs Martinez’s and Corbert’s hard cocks. Both were thick and long. And heavy. And ribbed with veins. Lots and lots of winding veins along the top of their shafts that I trailed with my wet tongue before swirling my tongue over their piss slits, collecting the sticky treats that drizzled out. Their dicks were so tasty. Martinez’s cockhead was shaped like a large stuffed mushroom. And leaked lots of precum that tasted sweet and salty. I loved that his foreskin slid all the way back. Corbert’s dickhead, on the other hand, was a giant plum-shaped head…’ ”

  A hot sexual urge ripples through my cunt as I fantasize that I am the one on my knees, my throat being fucked deliciously and dangerously deep. I reach for my wineglass and take another sip, then set it back on the nightstand.

  I swallow hard.

  “Yo, don’t stop now,” Marcel says, popping his head back out. His voice is smooth and deep. “Keep reading that shit. You got my attention, baby.”

  I smile. “I knew it would. Okay, where was….?” I locate my spot and continue. “ ‘I hated these two bastards. But I wanted them both taking turns fucking me deep in my pussy until it burned and screamed and begged. I wanted them fucking me in my ass, pumping into the loose heat, stretching it out like the Lincoln Tunnel, my asshole wide enough for a small fist or double-dick fucking. But none of that would happen tonight. These grimy fuckers only wanted head, with lots of spit. And I gave it to them. My right fist slid up and down Corbert’s shaft while I sucked on Martinez’s thick, throbbing cock. I sucked and sucked until a gusher of cum burst out his slit, splattering the back of my throat and soaking my tongue. I swallowed. Then swallowed again. Gulping down the hot frothy juice.’ ”

  “Daaaaayummn,” Marcel says, reaching down and rubbing his dick. “That broad sounds like a real live freak.”

  “Yes, she does. She writes like one, too.”

  “So are you snatchin’ her up?” He walks back out into the bedroom. Naked. Still not showered. Dick swinging. Balls hanging.

  “More than likely. It definitely reads like a bestseller, that’s for sure. I’ll forward her manuscript to on
e of my senior editors and let them make the offer.”

  He smiles. “Although looks shouldn’t matter, hopefully she won’t look like some wildebeest. The last thing an erotica reader needs is to have their wet dreams fucked up by some mad ugly broad.”

  I chuckle. “Or possibly looking like a garden gnome, like your radio stalker, Miss Anonymous.”

  He laughs. “Right, right. All that nasty shit she was talking, she probably has a body like Shaq ‘n’ a face like a bulldog”

  I join him in laughter. “Honey, you’re a mess. That is sooo not nice.”

  He shrugs. “I’m dead-ass. But I ain’t tryna talk about that right now. I wanna hear more of what that chick’s writing about.” He grabs the base of his dick and shakes it. “Yo, that shit got my dick twitchin’.”

  My pussy starts to spasm as he stalks over toward the bed and tells me to pull the covers back and spread my legs. I grin, slinging the covers back. “Oooh, you nasty man.”

  “Aaah, yeah, you like it when ya man’s nasty.” He lies on his stomach and stretches out between my legs. He blows on my clit. His fingertip grazes my labia. And I shudder in anticipation. “Damn, baby, your pussy’s wet as hell.”

  “I know. Reading this book.”

  His smirk teases. “Yo, don’t have me tearing nothin’ up. Let me find out that book’s turning you on more than ya man.”

  “Ooh, don’t be jealous, lil’ daddy,” I tease back. “Nothing or no one ever wets this pussy like you.”

  “Yeah, aiight. I got ya lil’ all right.” He taunts my pussy with his finger, then plunges it inside. Instantly, desire swells in my belly.

  Oooh, yes!

  Marcel lifts his gaze up at me, pulling his finger out of my cunt. His eyes are dark and hungry. “Keep reading.”

  “I-I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate.”

  He licks his finger, then grins, pushing it back inside of me. “You’ll manage.” I squirm as he slips his wet finger in and out of my slick opening, teasing gently. I try not to close my eyes. Try to focus on the words on my screen. But they slowly start to fade in and out, the way his finger slides in and out of me. “Read to ya man, baby…”

  I blink. Blink again. Then pick up where I left off. “ ‘I sucked Martinez until I drained the last drop of his man juice and his dick went limp…’ ”

  Marcel buries his tongue thick between my pussy lips.

  I moan. “Ooooh, yes. Yes. Yes. Mmmm.”

  “Keep reading,” he murmurs. He fucks me with his tongue, then laps at my slit, then my lips, then wriggles the tip of his tongue across my clit.

  I draw in a breath, bite my lip, and choke back a groan. “N-no. I-I can’t. Think. Can’t. Focus. Oooh…” I try to steady my breathing. I fight to keep reading. To keep from stuttering out words, but it’s for naught. Marcel kisses my pussy. His tongue circles it slow and steady, tracing my swollen folds. Then curls deep inside.

  My eyes snap shut, then flutter open as he urges me toward an orgasm.

  “Read,” he says into my juicy cunt.

  “ ‘I l-let out a s-soft moan. With there being no windows or circulating air, the control room held the pungent scent of my wet pussy. The smell heightened my arousal, intensifying my need for a long, hard pounding. I swallowed the thick remnants of Martinez’s cum that clung onto my tonsils as I reached for Corbett’s cock. I wanted, needed, my pussy ate, ass tongued, and to be fucked from the back on all fours with both of my arms pulled back, like reins. I wanted it rough. I wanted my hair pulled and my ass spanked, hard, until it reddened and bruised. I wanted these two no-good, dirty motherfuckers to treat me like the kinky little cumslut I was…’ ”

  Marcel’s tongue dances and skips across my sensitive folds.

  I gasp, then keep reading.

  “ ‘A thread of precum dripped from his dick. My mouth watered, and I licked away his sticky nectar. Then sucked the head of his dick into my mouth…”’

  Marcel groans into my cunt. “Mmmm. This sweet muthafuckin’ pussy.” He lifts his gaze to me. “Don’t stop now.”

  He curls his tongue inside me and strokes my clit, causing my eyes and mouth to gape. He presses his middle finger inside, then a second finger, curling them forward into wet heat, finding the crinkly ridges at the front as he cups my clit with his tongue, then flicks it before sucking it into his mouth.

  My eyelids pop open wide.

  My inner walls spasm.

  My iPad hits the carpeted floor.

  Fuck a manuscript. Fuck trying to stay focused. Marcel strums a sweet, slow symphony with his fingers, pressing into my G-spot. My cunt and clit throbs, tingles, pulses as he taunts my insides.

  My orgasm rises, tightens in my belly, and spreads through my body. My wet pussy swallows Marcel’s fingers. A deep throb sweeps through me. And I groan. And growl. And grunt.

  Fuck.

  Shit.

  Goddamn.

  “Oooh, yes, baby…mmmm…eat my pussy, daddy…yes, yes, yes…

  fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…ooooooh, baaaaabbbbbyyy…”

  My body flutters. I pinch my nipples. And cry out. Four thick fingers fuck into my cunt, sending waves of pleasure splashing out of me.

  Marcel’s wicked tongue licks my clit in slow cunning strokes. His fingers go in deep. Plunging in and out, fast and purposeful. My back arches. My body shudders. And trembles. His tongue slides over my clit, down my cunt lips, teasing into my hole, savoring the wet, delicious heat, licking into my ass, into my pussy.

  I shut my eyes tight as they water.

  A burst of vibrant colors swirl behind my lids.

  As my body relaxes and my pussy unclenches, I open my eyes.

  Marcel slowly pulls his mouth away from my whimpering cunt and looks up at me with a slow grin; his shiny lips wet and sticky with juices. “You wanna finish reading to ya man, or you ready for this hard dick?”

  Is he kidding me?

  No words are needed. I bend my legs at the knees. My thighs spread and my fingers splay open my pussy, wet, hungry and ready.

  EIGHTEEN

  Marcel

  Seven a.m., barefoot and butt-ass naked, I’m down in the kitchen making breakfast. Scrambled eggs with cheddar cheese, green peppers, chives, and onions; chicken and apple sausages; homemade blueberry waffles; and sliced fruit. And, yeah, we have enough money to hire an entire staff to wait on us hand and foot. But Marika and I prefer to keep shit simple. We do it ourselves. And cooking is one of those things we both enjoy doing for each other whenever our busy schedules allow for it. This morning happens to be one of those occasions where I can toss it up in the kitchen for my baby.

  Sipping on my third glass of pomegranate juice, I walk over and pick up my chiming cell sitting on the kitchen table next to my laptop, signaling I have incoming emails.

  I type in my passcode, then pull out my S-pen and tap the EMAIL icon on the screen.

  In my gmail account there are several emails, but only one catches my eye.

  It’s from [email protected].

  The subject heading reads: 4 YOUR EYEZ ONLY

  I click on the message, opening it. There are three attachments. I quickly read the short message—I WANT YOU. I WANT TO TASTE YOU. AND FEEL YOU INSIDE MI MOJADO, APRETADO COÑO. THIS IS HOW WET YOU MAKE ME—before clicking onto the first attachment. A video.

  Of her, Miss Anonymous, from the neck down. I can’t front. Her body’s right. Plump tits, tight waist, skin the color of café au lait stretched over curved hips. Her nipples stand out stiff and brown. She parts her smooth thighs slightly, showing a trimmed patch of pubic hair. “Ooh, papi,” she coos. “I hope you like.”

  She cups her tits. Tweaks her nipples. Then her hands dip between her thighs. She peels open her swollen lips, showing her slick pussy. Her pink clit pops out from its hood, rigid and ready.

  I swallow.

  “You’re all I think about,” she says, playing with her clit. She gasps. “I play in my wet pussy thinking about you.” She lets ou
t a soft moan. “I’m so wet for you, papi. Estoy muy muy mojada para ti papi…”

  Her fingers disappear. Then I hear the wet clicking sound her fingers make fucking into her cunt. I bite into my bottom lip as images swell through my head: her on all fours, her arms pulled back like reins as I fuck into her wetness. Her down on her knees, blindfolded, as she sucks my dick and my nut melts into her hot, hungry mouth.

  “Oooh, I wish you could fuck me with your black dick.” She gasps again. “I love black dick, papi.”

  “Yeah. I bet ya freak-ass does,” I say aloud.

  She pulls her fingers from out her, then puts them to her lips. Her tongue flicks out and she licks her fingertips, before sliding them into her mouth. She moans as she sucks them.

  “Mmm, papi. I taste so good, rich, creamy Latin pussy for you, papi. All wet and ready for your hard dick. Are you hard for me?”

  “Fuck nah,” I murmur staring at the screen. “You gonna have to give me a lil’ more if you tryna get my shit rocked.”

  She runs her hands over her tits, pulls at her nipples, then slowly turns, giving me a slow-motion view of her entire body. When her voluptuous, round ass comes into view, I lick my lips. She has a heart-shaped tattoo on her right ass cheek. “Goddamn, this freak gotta fatty.”

  “Who has a fatty?” Marika says, walking into the kitchen, wearing nothing but her robe. “Good morning.” She plucks a strawberry from off the tray on the isle counter.

  I glance from the laptop over to Marika as she saunters over to me. The belt of her robe is tied loosely around her waist, allowing her robe to slip open. Before leaning in and kissing her on the lips, I cup a hand over my mouth and huff into my palm, then breathe in.

  Although brushing my teeth was one of the first things I’d done when I rolled out of bed at five this morning, I still like my breath fresh when I’m tryna get some tongue. A kiss on the lips is one thing. Tonguing my wife down is another. And my breath has to be right.

  It is.

  I lick my lips, then pull Marika into me, covering her mouth with mine, slipping my tongue in. The sugary-sweet taste of the strawberry she’d bitten into lingers in her mouth.